True Love

True love, true love, true love, true love True love, true love is the devil's crowbar Pulled out, pulled apart, torn apart by finding out Loneliness is fine, then you find someone who has to stay away It pulls apart your wishbone but you get to wish Loneliness is never the same again It becomes true love, true love, true love, true love True love, true love is the devil's crowbar He uses it to pry you out of your car and into the arms of The devil drives a Buick, he sits inside and eats lunch Then he sticks his pitchfork through the trunk and into the spare And he pulls out True love, true love, true love, true love True love, true love is the devil's crowbar